Fate (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Warning: This story may contain many harsh scenes and curse/swear words.

Meghan. Officially 18 years old. Dip-dyed brown hair.
I have something to say now, just a few words, and I think it can describe my horrible life story.

X Factor. One Direction. Best Friends. Caroline Flack. Betrayal. Love.
Those ten words will help you through my story.
The story, I will never regret telling to everyone, because this story? Its worth hearing, at least I think.
I hope you understand where I'm coming from, because if you don't, then stop listening.
Why did I mention Caroline Flack? She's my mother.
Meaning me? I'm Meghan Flack, her daughter. I was second placer in the X Factor, the same year One Direction was on it. They were my best friends until my mother had to ruin our relationship and they betrayed me saying the worst things, until one day, I bump into them, and I keep up my hatred for them. But there's a thin line in between love and hate. Will I be able to keep myself on the side of hatre

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3. Birthday Girl

 

My eyes shot open, red from the veins pulled up.

I’d been in a coma for two weeks, and only waking up now, with no one around was horrifying. Remind me never to have a seizure again.

Who the hell wants to be in a hospital on their BIRTHDAY?!

That’s right, it was my birthday.

I looked to my right, and no one was there.

I looked to my left… well, well, well… What do we have here?

Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall and Harry were all leaning on each ones shoulders snoozing them bloody arses to death.

Even my bitch of a mother hadn’t come to visit me. What a bitch, right?

I clicked on a remote near me, pressing for CALL A NURSE.

A petite woman, around the height of 5’0 came rushing in.

“Room 206 called for a nurse? Oh, Miss Flack, you’re awake!” she exclaimed,

Her exclamation woke those damn boys up.

“You’re awake!” Louis, my former best friend who betrayed me and left me as nothing, exclaimed.

“No, I’m obviously dead. Yes you moron, I’m awake.” I said flatly. I mean, who would bother being nice, fun, bubbly and active to these boys? Especially after what they said? They were morons who needed to wake up to reality and see the world for what it is. Obviously not perfect.

“We didn’t need sarcasm.” Liam said,

“WELL I WANTED TO SAY IT OKAY?! SO SHUT UP FREAK!” I shouted,

“Please, calm down.” the nurse said,

“CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! I just had a heart attack and these boys are who I wake up to? Bloody hell woman! I don’t like these boys and neither should you! They’re just damn arses who only care about themselves, expecting to look up from their nails and seeing a perfect world! Well guess what?! It’s not a perfect world! It’s imperfect! You hurt me before, I won’t let it happen again! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOSPITAL ROOM!” I ranted,

“We’re just trying to help you,” Niall said quietly,

Their lazy asses weren’t at all moving.

“When can I go home?” I said to the nurse, making calm breaths from the place I am now,

“You have a choice of going home of today or going home next week.” She said,

Glancing at the clock to my left, it was only 6am.

BLOODY HELL, I ONLY HAD 13 HOURS TO GET READY FOR MY DEBUTANTE PARTY!

“BLOODY HELL I ONLY HAVE 13 HOURS TO GET READY FOR MY DEBUTANTE PARTY!” I shouted,

“Well, I’m taking that as leaving today.” She said as she started taking out the tubes and needles attached to my arms.

“It’s your birthday today?” Zayn mumbled quietly,

“Damn you! You were my best friends since I was what? 16?! Reality check, that was two years ago you arses!” I screamed,

“We forgot! We’re sorry!” Louis shouted at me,

“Two years. Two years until now, you forget everything about me.” I said,

What everybody should know, is that there is a tiny bit I forgot to mention.

I was on The X Factor with them.

Right now, you’re probably thinking, why didn’t she tell us in the first place? The story would’ve been easier to understand.

It would’ve been, but they had been kicked off before I had, so now its easier to tell.

I was the second placer, but who the fuck cares about that?!

After the X Factor, I released one album and stayed in the shadows. The fame stayed, but some people  didn’t know who I was. Paparazzi still followed me, but I don’t care. The fans stayed, and I still love them. I only said bad words and cursed behind their backs, but I only do it when I’m pissed off. Like right now, I’m pissed off at One Direction.

January 1st, 1994.

Yes, I was older than Harry, I realize that.

But then again, can someone please give me a reason why I should give a crap about that?

“My birthday is on the first of January, and everyone knows that!” I screamed,

All the tubes were taken off of me, and I quickly grabbed my backpack and locked the bathroom door.

Quickly changing into what was packed, which consisted of skinny jeans, a white crop top that went above my belly button, hanging loose until my bottom in the back. The shirt read, LET LOOSE on the front. My shoes, were my purple Doc Martens. I swear to the volume of my guitar that I love all my pairs of Doc Martens and if you try to take it away from me, I will rip your throats out personally. While you’re asleep too. My whole shoe closet was practically Doc Martens, including my high heels and casual shoes, although my shoe closet also consisted of other sneakers, high heels and flats, but mostly Doc Martens because I love them. NEVER mess with me and my Doc Martens. NEVER.

Slipping out of the loo, I quickly rested the backpack on a seat and grabbed the huge sling bag, which I carried to the Bluebird Café, which held my iPhone, iPod, iPad and MacBook. Yep, all Apple items babeh!

“I forgot about you and your love for Doc Martens!” Louis exclaimed out of the blue.

I held a hand over my heart as I jumped up,

“And who the hell cares? I’m leaving now. Goodbye,” I said as I put on my mascara and signature red lipstick.

I strut my way out the door, my feet making stomping noises on the granite floors.

I checked myself out of the hospital, and whilst opening the doors, blinding lights hit my eyes and I grabbed the red ray-bans that I had kept inside the sling bag, and slid them on.

“Meghan! Is it true that you’re dating one of the members of One Direction?!”

“Meghan! How does your mother feel about you hanging out with One Direction?!”

All I could hear was Meghan this, Meghan that. I mean, what the fuck did they want from me that was so important, they had to scream it in my ears?

I made my way through the wave of reporters, paparazzi and fans, stopping to take a few photos and sign some autographs. Who would be so mean that they don’t stop to greet their own fans?

 

Getting into a cab, we finally stopped over at my favorite and only stylist’s salon, Milan’s.

“Meghan! You’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you! We have to get your dress ready, then your makeup, then.. then your hair, then who will be your escort?” she asked,

Escort?! ESCORT?! Who the hell did she think I was?! She knew I didn’t like boys right now, especially after that incident. With One Direction, I mean.

 

Its been 5 hours and we’ve already tried on miles and miles of dresses.

Until we came across a sparkling blue dress, that had a slip until the thighs. It hung onto your shoulders, meaning it was strapless, just hanging on the shoulders. When I put it on, Milan gasped, it hugged my figure perfectly.

Milan started on my makeup, which was foundation and concealer, eyeliner, mascara, smokey eyeshadow, a hint of blush and a nude-ish lipstick.

She then started on my hair, the dye had worn off after she used a certain shampoo. She always does that. Wash off my dye on special events.

She put my long thick hair, into a medium sized, high bun. It looked so formal, but pretty for the occasion, since the occasion was formal.

I slid on the dress really carefully. Yes I took it off. I mean, what if the makeup stained onto the dress? I’d be in huge trouble.

The slip went all the way to my upper thighs, but who cares? No one. My point exactly.

I slipped on the silver heels, which were at least 4 inches.

Milan started on the accessories, which consisted of dangling silver earrings, a silver bracelet on my right wrist and a silver clutch.

I looked at myself through the full-length mirror.

Damn.  I look hot.

“It’s time.” Milan said,

I checked the clock, and it was already 7pm. Oh wow, I’m going to be fashionably late.

No laughter.

I walked downstairs to her lobby, and got into the limo that stopped by to pick me up,

It drove me to the venue, which was the Newgate room at the Mermaid. It held 240 people for the Dinner Dance party.

When I got there, there were already people drinking champagne and wine.

The room was so… elegant. The round tables were covered in a white tablecloth, topped with a silver-ish bronze smaller tablecloth. The glasses and plates were all set up, just in front of the silver chairs, which had black cushions on them.

“The birthday girl, has arrived,” my bodyguard, William, had announced.

There was an amount of applaud and I started to socialize, talking to friends and some people from work.

Then I was about to get a glass of water, yes water, before a boy took it from me,

“Hey!” I exclaimed over the music,

“I got it first,” he shrugged, did he not know that I was the birthday girl?

Oh hell to the no, he did not just say he got it first.

I looked at him closely and realized who he was,

Liam Payne.

Of One Direction.

With the boys behind him.

At my debutante party.

God, why was life so complicated?

 

 

 

 

 

 

---Author's Note---

Wahh! How was it? I just wanted to add a little drama into it, you know, a little some'in some'in.

So yeah, I'll be posting Chapter 4 when this chapter gets 3 votes and 3 criticism comment

Anyways, I won't bore you anymore, but I left you with a cliffhanger!

Kay, byeee! :))

Lots of Love,

Lauren Sason :)) xx

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